Ramblin' Home Again - True Edition

Hold fast, me merry lads
The night is nearing the end
No matter the storm, we'll pull her to shore
We're ramblin' home again

She's a wretched pile of timber
She creaks from evenin' to morn
But she's home to a crew, the best wee few
To ever sail under the horn
Poor Reilly's up the mainmast
And wee Johnny's hanging the sails
And the lad with the oars is passed out in the stores
As we're rattlin' threw the gales

(Well!) Hold fast, me merry lads
The night is nearing the end
No matter the storm, we'll pull her to shore
We're ramblin' home again
(Well!) Hold fast, until the last
As the waves are thunderin' in
And we'll show 'em our mettle and drink like the devil
And bring'er right out again

Now we're good and lost and lonesome
And a maelstrom's at our tail
Half the crew is freezin'
And a lad's gone over the rail
Poor Reilly's head is ringin'
And the port's all over the floor
And Johnny is hangin' on tight to a cannon
Now where is the bleedin' shore?

(Well!) Hold fast, me merry lads
The night is nearing the end
No matter the storm, we'll pull her to shore
We're ramblin' home again
(Well!) Hold fast, until the last
As the waves are thunderin' in
And we'll show 'em our mettle and drink like the devil
And bring'er right out again

Now the bow is bleedin' banjaxed
And half the sails are torn
The stores are full of water
And two of the rafts are gone
Can someone grab me the poitín
And grab the bleedin' oars
We'll row this bleedin' tub on home
We're almost at the shore!

Hold fast, me merry lads
The night is nearing the end
No matter the storm, we'll pull her to shore
We're ramblin' home again
(Well!) Hold fast, until the last
As the waves are thunderin' in
And we'll show 'em our mettle and drink like the devil
And bring'er right out again

Then we'll pull her to shore
And sink the wee hoor
And we won't
We won't be out again!